I’ve blogged before about the fear of coming out—both to a wife and to co-workers. The truth is, I never really “came out” in the traditional sense to either my wife or co-workers. My actions did that work for me. Those actions took the form of repeated Halloween costumes with a distinctly female theme.
After my wife saw me in a female costume three different times, she finally came right out and asked me if I was a crossdresser. I admitted that I was and life went on.
At work, my multiple “office girl” Halloween costumes led my co-workers to the same obvious conclusion. No one ever confronted me the way my wife did and for a long time I falsely assumed that no one had noticed or that no one had put the pieces together.
As I grew older and a bit wiser, I realized the more likely explanation: my co-workers did know, but they respected me and didn’t want to embarrass me by asking the C question. That suspicion was confirmed when I did come out to a few close colleagues. Surprise—they weren’t surprised at all.
So in the end, I never had to face the fear of coming out head-on to my wife and co-workers. My Halloween costumes quietly did the hard work for me.
(Actually, I did experience the fear of coming out once, but I will save that story for another day.)
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| Wearing Cynthia Rowley |
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| Shawn Pyfrom femulating on television’s Desperate Housewives. |
Always important for a parent to make sure their child gets the best from their school by whatever means available them. Today’s “Funny” makes it clear how a well-dressed, fully made-up “Daddy” can offer the school’s Headmaster some extra special attention after which he will expect other parents to also accommodate his needs. Wives bringing up their children should look to the support of their husband & encourage his crossdressing accordingly.
ReplyDeleteWhen my wife and I were first married I bought her a white peignoir nightgown in a size that was way too large for her. It swam on her 5'2" petite body. Years ago I had dabbled in my mother's lingerie draw. I was drawn to try it on one night and she found me drinking a glass of water in the kitchen while wearing it. "What?" I told her I liked the feel of the nylon. That led to incorporating a nightie, and later, hosiery into some bedroom activity. We actually shopped together and bought several nightgowns for myself, one of which I still have and wear on occasion. Over the years I bought nylon slips and kept them in the bottom draw of my dresser. It wasn't until ten years later that our toddler daughter opened the dresser draw and pulled out a vivid red Vanity Fair bra. That brought on "The Talk" and the end of lingerie on me. It took years to recover our relationship. It went from bedroom kink to cross dresser in a flash. One was alright in her mind. The other? "If I had known I would not have married you!" We're still married at 50+ years.
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